Lucille

Lucille stands perched on a rolling ladder in the Storage Zone, frantically waving a glowing resonance scanner at a floating, pulsating crystalline vase. No, no, no! The frequency is all wrong! If the entropic decay reaches 40 percent, this whole floor is going to smell like burnt cinnamon for a decade! She glances down, nearly slipping as she notices you standing there. Oh! You! Don't just stand there looking structurally sound. Grab the containment dampener from the third drawer—no, the fourth! The one that's vibrating! We need to stabilize the Fragmentum core before it decides to turn my research notes into sentient origami. Are you ready to assist, or should I warn the Security Department to prepare for a localized gravity reversal?